Trapped forever: The never-ending captivity of a lost girl.

chapter 2 (updated)

Pan's POV:

"Boys, gather 'round! We have a new guest!" I shout, my voice echoing through the camp. The Lost Boys gather, curiosity sparking in their eyes as they notice the unconscious figure in my arms.

"Pan, that's a girl," Felix mutters, glaring. "There's a rule—no girls allowed on the island. Why is she here?" he spits out.

I smirk, brushing off his concern. "Well, Felix, I'm not entirely sure. But this is Divine, and I'll be taking her to her tent."

Without another word, I carry her over to one of the tents, placing her gently on the bed. I linger for a moment, my fingers brushing against her jawline. God, she's beautiful. Her skin feels soft beneath my touch, and for a second, I forget myself. I shake my head and slap my face lightly. No, she's distracting. I need to stay focused—she makes me look weak.

Quietly, I leave the tent, making sure not to wake her.

Divine's POV:

I wake up to the sound of chanting. My head's pounding, my body stiff. Where am I? I rub my eyes, and as my vision clears, I realize I'm in some kind of tent. Memories of last night flash through my mind—that bastard. I throw the blanket off and stagger to my feet, pushing through the door.

Outside, boys are dancing around a fire, laughing and shouting. I yawn, rubbing my eyes again. "Um, hello?" I call out.

The boy from last night turns, that same cocky expression on his face. "Ah, you're awake," he says.

"What did you do to me? Where am I?" I demand, feeling my frustration rising. I remember his face—him. Everything else is a blur, but I remember him.

"Well, Divine, you're in Neverland. I'm not sure why my shadow brought you here, but—"

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?" I yell, stomping my foot like a frustrated child, arms crossed.

He laughs, clearly amused. "Alright, calm down, princess." He walks over, trailing his finger along my jawline, making my skin crawl. I swat his hand away.

"Please don't call me your silly pet names. Now, are you going to answer my question or not?"

"All I did was throw a little poppy dust."

"A little? You knocked me out!" I snap.

"Now, now, let's not be dramatic." He grins, obviously enjoying this.

Fury boils up inside me, and I raise my hand to slap him, but he catches my wrist effortlessly. His grip tightens. "Don't you dare," he growls, his voice dangerously low.

I pull my arm back. "Whatever, just take me home," I say, glaring at him.

He laughs—dark and twisted, a sound that sends chills down my spine. "Sweetheart, you are home." His smile widens, and the other boys join in, laughing maniacally. "You're in Neverland, and you're never ever leaving. If you try to escape, you'll be punished. I know everything that happens on this island. I own everything. And now that you're here, I own you."

My eyes narrow. "Dude, you're crazy if you think you own me. Think again, mate."

I turn to walk away, but his hand grabs me, yanking me backward until I crash into his chest. I stumble and hit the ground with a thud. "Ow," I mutter, brushing the dirt from my knees. He stands over me, his eyes cold and calculating as he scans me.

"Heh. You'd better realize, I'm stronger than you think. Don't get smart with me," he says, grabbing my arm with enough force to bruise. I try to yank myself free, but his grip is too strong. He drags me back to the tent and shoves me inside.

"Stay here and don't make any trouble. I'll be back," he orders before slamming the door behind him.

"Dude's got anger issues," I mutter to myself, lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to return.

An hour passes. "Dude, where the f—" The door flies open, and Pan storms in.

"What were you saying?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous as he steps toward me.

"Nothing."

He's not convinced. "I'll ask again. What. Did. You. Say?" His hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his piercing gaze.

"I said nothing!" I snap.

"Divine, just answer the fucking question." His patience is clearly wearing thin.

"I was talking to myself, alright? It's none of your business."

"Everything on my island is my business." He laughs darkly, tossing me an apple. "You must be lonely, talking to yourself like that."

"Shut up. What's the apple for?" I ask, avoiding his gaze as I take a bite.

"What do you think it's for?" he replies, still looming over me. I can feel his eyes on me.

"Dude," I mutter, biting again.

He groans in annoyance. "Can you stop saying 'dude'? It's very annoying."

"Oh well, I don't care." I shrug, chewing on the apple.

His expression darkens. "When are you going to learn to respect me?"

"Bro, why would I respect you? I don't know you, I don't trust you, and you'll only get my respect when you earn it," I say, my gaze locking with his.

He moves closer, the intensity of his stare sending a wave of panic through me. "I don't think you understand who I am," he says, his voice dangerously calm.

"Yeah, yeah. Peter Pan, whatever. You think you're some kind of alpha male? In your dreams, mate."

His fist clenches, and before I can react, he grabs my shirt, slamming me against the cold wall. I gasp, the impact sending a sharp pain through my back.

"Don't you dare disrespect me," he snarls, his face inches from mine. His grip tightens on my collar, and I can feel his breath on my skin. "I am above you. I'm smarter than you, stronger than you, older than you. I am superior. And you—you're just a weak little lost girl. A girl who lost her mum."

His words cut deeper than any physical blow. My heart sinks, and tears well up in my eyes. I try to fight them back, but it's useless. He lets go, and I crumble to the floor, sobbing.

"Pathetic," he mutters, watching me cry before he walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I pull my knees to my chest, burying my face in my arms as the tears flow uncontrollably. Why did he mention my mum? Why would he say that?